Porn story letter

House calls (or dorm calls) are easy enough, you tell me, and patients are more comfortable when they feel at home. This makes sense to me. I let you in. You carry a black bag, which I guess contains your tools. I will soon discover that I’m right, but the tools I imagine you have are not what you brought.

You put the bag on my desk and sit down in my only chair. I sit on the bed, indian-style, wondering what kind of checkup I will be getting. You watch me intently until I begin to squirm, and then you speak. “In a general checkup like this, I usually begin by taking a temperature and depending on that, the routine varies from patient to patient.”

I nod OK and wait for you to remove your thermometer. I notice that you take two thermometers from your bag. You take one and read it, shake it down, and then I open my mouth as you approach me – taking the thermometer in my mouth. As I sit there, I watch you get your supplies from the bag and lay them out on the desk, then you do a little paperwork and, before long, you’re taking the thermometer from my mouth. “Hmmm, that’s interesting”, you say and you shake down the thermometer and put it back in its case. I’m surprised when you get the other thermometer and I notice that it has a bulbous end rather than a long one as I’m used to. You tell me to stand up and take my panties off. I’m shy to do it in front of you, but you’re the doctor… I feel myself blush as I slide my panties down to my ankles before stepping out of them. I’m wearing a long skirt, so I don’t show very much in taking them off. Continue reading “Porn story letter”

Slave For A Day

I went upstairs to the shower and relaxed as the warm water splashed
over my body, my mind was busy with the thoughts of the activities
that had taken place earlier in the day. I soaped up and washed my
hair and rested against the side of the shower wall as the excitment
of the thoughts made my cock lenghten to a full hard on again.. I
can’t remember when I have had so many erections in one day.. why
was this so exciting to me.. so many thoughts.. but I couldn’t
resist stroking my meat as I thought about Kelli sitting on her
slavehorse while I forced it into his mouth. Continue reading “Slave For A Day”

Delivery

My line of work involves delivering and hooking up TV’s to our customers
who aren’t able to do so. Most frequently it’s older or informed
people who require my services, which was the case – at least that’s
what I thought – when I went into the showroom to cover for the manager.
An older couple came in, purchased a cable-ready television and requested
that it be delivered to their home. I informed them I was the one who
took care of these installations and added that I’d be over the following
day to hook up their system.
As they left the store, it appeared that their daughter or niece –
a very attractive young lady had come to the store to meet them.
After a quick chat with the older couple, the girl came in and told me
that she would be home the following day to accept the television deliver.
I watched her exit the store, and as the light hit her sundress, I could
see that she wore no panties underneath. Her perfect ass and crack were
completely visible from my vantage point. Continue reading “Delivery”

Sexy Conference

The huge teleconferencing room, which the hotel where I
worked used to house international business meetings, had
always had special appeal for me. It was painted mostly
black, and had soft, grey carpeting. In the center sat a
long, shiny, black conference table, surrounded by comfortable
chairs. An array of television screens covered one of its
huge walls, and the screens could be used to display lots of
separate pictures, or to tile many images into one big
picture, like a video billboard. Continue reading “Sexy Conference”

Teen intern

I’ve been working for a large computer company for about a
year and a half now. Being an intern here has been a great
experience for me. I’ve learned a lot about supporting computer
systems (things I had to learn because I’m not a CS major). Since
I’ve interned here, many other interns have come and gone. Some
I’ve really liked, while others I was happy to avoid. Most of the
other interns were from regional colleges, but there were a couple
here and there from high school. Most of them were in different
departments, though. Even so, there is a comaraderie among the
“grunts” as we nickname ourselves, and we often spend our lunch
hours together.
One lunch roughly a month ago, which was the start of the
summer, I noticed the several new people in our ranks that would be
joining us for the summer. Introductions were made, and I quickly
got to know most of the new interns. Being the “patriarch” of the
interns (I had worked there more than twice as long), I was asked
many questions about what working there would really be like. I
get asked this question by just about every new intern. Continue reading “Teen intern”

Best friends

Jill and I were best friends all through high school, always together
and looking for good times. This either meant finding boys, or parties
or raising some sort of hell. Sometimes we’d drive around, looking for
a couple of guys in a car to flirt with, then lose them if we wanted to
“teach ’em a lesson”.

Jill is beautiful without any question. She’s five foot six, with a
pair of very nice, long legs, blonde hair that falls halfway down her
back, blue eyes, and she’s very shapely…how does 38D-24-35 sound?
Dreamy isn’t it? Jill usually gets all the guy’s eyes when she walks
into a room, and her love of wearing tight sweaters doesn’t help. Continue reading “Best friends”

Submission

Tina parked her car and made her way to the door of her
apartment. The rain had subsided, but the cloudy day only
added to her gloomy mood. She was glad it was Friday. Her
day had been terrible and she was looking forward to a night
out with her best friend Stacy. She turned the key and
unlocked the door. As she entered she noticed that the sun
door was ajar. Tina thought that she had locked it, but
since she was late this morning she could have left it open.
She did not notice anything missing and assumed she was
fortunate that no one had entered. Continue reading “Submission”

Afterhours at work

Ah spring! It was the kind of day where the air is so humid you
can cut it with a knife. I had just come back from lunch with my
friends and was still joking about our co-worker Ralph’s dress
habits. He says he was a nerd in high school, but that he is not
anymore. But just looking at him in his shorts and pink shirt,
trying to be cool, you can tell he lives, eats, and breathes com-
puters. Not that he’s disagreeable, but he just seems very naive
and tries too hard to fit in.

As we went up the stairs to get back to work, Eva came down. The
air conditioning in the building was always cranked, and Eva’s
nipples were responding by showing through her blouse. If ever
there was a woman that could stop traffic, she was it: shoulder
length blonde hair, dark complexion, and brown eyes. She looked
particularly good in the red blouse and black skirt that she wore
today. Continue reading “Afterhours at work”

Chinese slut in bondage

I’ve been a lurker on this group since its inception, and since I
introduced my wife to it, she’s been pressing me to post one of our
stories. Here it is, then, with a twist, for your approval.

We both enjoy adding a great deal of interesting costume to our play.
I love the sight of her in extreme heels and tightly-laced old
fashioned corsets, as well as bound and helpless. She loves these
things, as well as anything else that presses, squeezes, or otherwise
molds her, and adds to her tactile overload or general level of
frustration. Thus, we’ve accumulated a great storehouse of toys over
the years, from a variety of shoes with heels in varying heights, to
several custom made corsets (there are very few manufacturers left,
and the prices can be outrageous) with waists from 19″ to 22″
(including one that is knee-length), rubber stockings, skirts, and so
on, and a very large drawerful of cuffs, collars and padlocks. All
these things see a good amount of use! Continue reading “Chinese slut in bondage”

Good hotel adventure

“This water feels just right,” she purred as she walked out from
behind the waterfall, “do you suppose they heat it?”

He waved a hand in front of him, setting off ripples in the pond
where he was sitting, “I would imagine so, the water here in the
pond is warm enough to not even need a swimsuit.” He watched her
walking towards him, the waterfall had turned her suit almost
transparent, but it was her hazel eyes, set off by her brown hair
that captivated him. Continue reading “Good hotel adventure”

One hell of an orgy

It was a heck of an orgy. I was in The Palace Club, a swinging spot that
was modeled after Plato’s in NY. The Palace offered some interesting diversions
within its walls, and quite often it was crowded, especially on Saturday nites.
This was one such crowded night. The Palace takes up two floors, the
ground floor and a basement floor. Entering on the ground floor, you enter a
lounge that looks much like a small bar. Except that some people are walking
about, dressed only in towels. Newcomers are still dressed in street clothes,
and some have paid the entry fee just to come in and gawk. Continue reading “One hell of an orgy”

Make me hate you

“Rich,” says that one girl, “tell me a story.”
“Okay. This–”
“No, wait. Tell me something that will make me hate you.”
“You sure?”
She nods vigorously.
“Okay. You remember when I was in school, that humor magazine
I edited?”
More nodding. She arranges herself, Indian-style, on the bed,
one hand resting on a thigh, the other alighting first on a knee,
then a breast, then on the cool sheets before her.
“You *sure* you…?”
She nods again and bites her lower lip.
“Okay, but remember, *you* asked.”
“Go on.”
“Well, I would organize meetings to try and get some help
putting out our various issues. At least, that’s what it *looked*
like the meetings were for. They were really just to hone my
stand-up and to get laid.” Continue reading “Make me hate you”

Health Club

After being a model in Chicago for many years, Sandi finally went to
work for another agency which was based in nearby Schaumburg. She only
had a couple of problems with this; first she had to find a place to
live so she didn’t have to commute, and then she needed to find a
health club to work out at because models always have to keep their
bods in good shape. Sandi had already decided against a Chicago Health
Club, because she wanted a more serious type of club, not some “bubble
gummer glitter palace”. She finally decided on World’s gym in Hoffman
Estates. Continue reading “Health Club”

Leave Me Alone

Annie went into the other room where the guys were sleeping and
woke them up. I could hear her telling them how I had been in my room
crying most of the night and that she was getting a little fed up with it.
As they stirred to awareness Jim frowned at the memory of the night before.
“Oh, shit! She’s never been in a scene like that before; it
probably freaked her. I’d better go in and see what I can do.”
“Well, for one thing you can tell her to stop being such a little
bitch. A foursome isn’t the end of the world.”
I dashed for the bed as Jim headed for our door. I pretended to be
asleep, and he sat down and caressed my shoulder. I stirred and blinked.
“Oh, now I remember. You all did it to me at the same time. How
could you?” I pulled the covers over my naked body, and began to sob. “I
feel violated. Why don’t you all just leave me alone.” Continue reading “Leave Me Alone”

Bisexual Married Orgy

My wife Joyce and I have what we believe is a unique but not altogether
lifestyle. It wasn’t always so but during our third year of marriage Joyce
began talking about how she thought it would be fun if we invited another man
into our bed. At first I was a bit put off by the idea but over a period of
about three months Joyce convinced me that it would be for our psychical
excitement and not an emotional attachment. Finally I consented to allowing
her fantasy. In reality she had me excited about seeing her with another man
and I think I was looking forward to the experience as much or more than she.
We discussed who we could invite and immediate ruled our friends. Finally we
decided to see if she could find someone in one of the local lounges. The
following Friday night Joyce dressed in a new and very sexy outfit I purchased
for her that week. She was beautiful. About 10:00pm we entered one of the
more active lounges and found a small table. We were both quite nervous but
determined to go forward with our plan if we could find a willing male. Continue reading “Bisexual Married Orgy”